syncopated.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
recap
2h40min of both phy and econs on wednesday.
alistair is probably one of the teachers i take a most liking to. cuz he's just... refreshingly different.
he came into class, switched the lights off, and for the better part of the first half hour talked to us from the back corner of the room.
heard all the things about knowing before, but it just sounds different coming from him.justify your existence.
the following is taken from the last few pages of the tok handbook.
ib humor checklist
read all the items below. check off all that apply. wait a month. repeat and compare until:
a - all items are checked
b - you graduate or quit ib
c - you die
d - you are pulled from the matrix
whichever comes first.
"you know you're in ib when...
2. you say the same sentence over and over again, not realising you've said it before.
4. while writing a tok paper, you begin to actually understand the material.
5. you and reality file for divorce.
8. you yell, 'stop touching me!' even though you are the only one in the room.
9. you can finally spell 'baccalaureate' (or is it 'bacclaureate'?)
11. you talk to yourself in the 3rd person.
16. your books weigh more than you.
27. you can take a nap while walking to your next class.
29. making coffee takes too long, so you just eat the beans.
31. you think MTV means mass, temperature and volume.
38. yourbrainissooverloadedthatyouforget
thesimplestthingslikebrushingteethand
goingtothetoilet.
39. you managed to write a 4000 words essay on 'my dog eats my homework'.
44. you actually ask a foreigner, 'excuse me, how do you get to orchard rd?'
and so on.
lavender's so jumpy.
so... an attempt to summarise the more memorable events of the past few weeks. excerpts from a log.23/12my roomates (maxi and quek) are making me terribly jealous for what i lack.
though i've almost forgotten how fun it is to lie in bed and talk cock for hours on end into the night.
if i could be like that
i would give anything
just to live one day in those shoes
if i could be like that
what would i do
what would i do
capsized a lot today in about 18 knots of wind.
giba is not very fun to work with. there's this tense silence at dinner... sigh.24/12
salt in the eyes.
sore throat.
sting on the knee.
scarred finger.but i'm happy.
sit further back... and take control!
victoria demonstrating the most efficient way of stretching your sail.
maxi's depressing everyone (he so happens to be captain). says that he didn't need to come down to aus with us, indeed didn't want to, that he's wasting his time here. furthermore, he's lovesick over this christmas.
according to him, he was forced to come to 'babysit' us - giba organised everything this year, yet it's also his first time. sanders wanted him to look after everything and make sure nothing goes wrong.
but, dear max, you don't have to bring everyone down with you as well. babysitters don't whine, do they?
afternote: he's also been very pissed off at giba, calling him shithouse and all, for messing up logistics and other stuff.26/12
giba's reasoning for training on both xmas and boxing day:
